El Dia de los Muertos: El Cementerio

You'd think that the cemetery would be the last place you'd want to spend a beautiful morning, but no, it was full of life. There were vendors selling snacks, and there was music and kite flying. Family members were stacked on one another to reach to place flowers, laughing when they nearly toppled over. Tombs were cleaned, and there was laughing and crying. Some families had clear traditions, it was evident in the way they moved, others took naps in the grass while the young in the family hummed a tune. I felt like there was just so much identity and belonging displayed in the simple act of visiting loved ones. To me, it was a celebration of what was lost, but what is also present in what remains.